I was home from school with the progress card in hand. We had just moved from Mumbai to Mangalore and I had joined 5 th Grade of a CBSE school in late June when classes had already started. The monthly exam was due in 2 days from the date of my joining. So for the first time my marks were low; C, D in all subjects except Science. I had got E in Science. I was scared to take the progress report home and get it signed. Firstly, I never had such low grades so wasn’t sure how my parents would react, and secondly my dad was at home, so I will obviously have to get it signed from him instead of Amma. My dad used to travel a lot and would rarely be at home, so with papa not being around much, we (me and my sis) were both scared of him. So you can imagine how I would have felt while carrying that progress report back home with a FAIL/E grade on it. I still remember how I was reciting different excuses to give on being scolded, I dint have time to cover all the syllabus, I will do bette
There is an inner self to everyone. You might speak, speak a lot; but yet there would be so many things unsaid, so many thoughts not shared, so many emotions hidden; well, here I am - where my silence speaks...